Baddest Bad Boys(28)

The woods dazed her. Luminous spring flowers, stark white skeletons of long dead trees sticking through the tender pine and spruce that surrounded the lake. Ferns burgeoned, and the perfume of omnipresent water tickled her nose. She’d always loved hiking, but today every nook was a treasure, every clump of flowers a discovery. She’d floated up the slopes, inches off the ground.

They’d skipped rocks along the torrent that fed the lake. Stopped to feast on sandwiches and fruit on a slab of rock in the middle of the stream, to bake in the sun, kiss, fool around. Either he started it, or she did, but someone got the ball rolling, and once it started—wow.

This place was particularly seductive. They were twined together on a warm rock under the sky, with white water foaming and gurgling through tumbled rocks on every side. She was currently on his lap, kissing him madly. Her jeans were unbuttoned, his hand moving inside her panties with a skill that stole her breath. It was a wonder she got enough oxygen to function, he stole so damn much breath. He teased her up to the brink of a climax, and dug a condom out of his pocket. “Last one.”

“Oh, God.” She giggled, thighs quivering with anticipation. “You are a sex freak. I’ve created a monster.”

“What I want to know is how you got it into your head to seduce me with only four condoms. What the hell were you thinking?”

She twitched the foil packet out of his hands. “I was thinking four was pretty damn ambitious. I brought four in case I got super lucky.”

“Lucky. Hah. Four. A drop in the f*cking bucket. Literally.”

She scrambled out of his lap. “Stop complaining. The savage beast is getting a whole lot of quality time.”

He laughed, but the laughter faded into a glittering-eyed mask as she rose, pried off her shoes. Pulled off the sweatshirt. Shucked jeans, panties. She held her arms up, and spun, slowly displaying herself.

“I’ve never been naked outdoors before,” she said. “Feels good.”

He stared at her body. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Sure does.”

She knelt, wrenched his jeans open with a boldness she couldn’t have imagined a day ago. She was so comfortable with him, as if they’d been lovers forever. Two souls split in two, longing for completion.

She pushed that thought away as she shoved his jeans down and seized the thick, hot stalk of his penis in her hands.

He made as if to put the condom on, but she batted his hand away and bent down to have at him with her eager mouth. He’d made her come more times than she could count. Fair was fair. Besides, she seemed to be developing some skill at this. And a definite taste for it.

At least, a taste for Jon. The flavor of him, the pressure of the taut, engorged flesh against her mouth, her tongue, made her shiver and squirm with excitement. As if her mouth was a sexual organ, receiving pleasure, not just giving it. As if he were everywhere, moving inside her, touching her, caressing. Loving her.

Don’t. Don’t think that way, ditz-brain. Keep it light. Light as air.

He put his hand on her head, stroking her hair. “Wait,” he begged. “I don’t want to come yet. I wanted to be inside you.”

She pulled herself onto her knees obligingly enough as he arranged himself crosslegged on the rocks, and held out his arms.

She straddled him and lowered herself, crouching until he’d prodded himself into position. Then she sank down slowly, her body clasping him. It ached, they were definitely overdoing it, but what the hell. She had the rest of her life to recover. And remember.

This time wasn’t like the other times. He barely moved inside her, just the slightest rocking pulse. He let her do it all. Squeezing him. Clasped in his arms, legs hugging his waist. Wound into a loose, undulating knot of everchanging emotion. Lazy and infinite. Timeless.

She couldn’t have said how long they made love. Shadows shifted and moved, the sun changed position in the sky. It could have been hours, or centuries of enchanted time, like the tales of people who fell asleep in fairy rings. Or visited the hall of the Mountain King and found that hundreds of years had passed. Sweet, intoxicating magic.

The perfection found its inevitable peak, lifted them high, and laid them down again, as gently as a kiss, but he couldn’t seem to loosen his tight, trembling embrace. He couldn’t stop kissing her. Like he could never get enough. Like he was storing it up for a drought to come.

Finally, he murmured something about dealing with the condom.

He lifted her off, and she sagged back, boneless. Jon lowered her onto her back, against the warm granite slab. Her legs splayed to either side of him. Her arms flung wide, in an ecstasy of trust to the open sky.

As she opened her eyes, a shadow swooped low. The wingspan of some big raptor, an eagle or hawk. She couldn’t tell with the sun in her eyes. It let out a shrill cry. A shudder went through her. She thought of rabbits, mice, voles. Vulnerable things for whom the sky was an enemy.

“Don’t.” Jon scooped her up, crushing her against his naked chest. She felt his heart thudding.

“Don’t what?” she asked, against the skin of his neck.

His arms tightened. “That position you were in,” he muttered. “That X-man pose. It reminded me of…it has bad associations.”

“It’s OK,” she said, kissing his neck. “Egg Man stuff?”

His body tensed. “I don’t want any of that sick filth to touch you.”